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Ye leave it to me, and if there's anything in it, I'll have all hands come dark." "I ain't hatchin' no chickens on what Looney said," cautioned Jarrow, "but if there's a man who's lit up on Looney's island-o'-gold yarn, it ain't my way to throw sand in his eyes. And if we do find gold that's two tails to the cat. We'll take things as they lay." Captain Jarrow and Mr.
Looney's arms were twisted very tightly around Clem's neck, and people said he had perished in trying to save his friend. Next Sunday the chaplain preached on the text, "And in death they were not divided."
They heard him asking the clerk at the Bay View if there was a man named Locke staying there. In an instant he was back again, grinning. "Iss!" he exclaimed. "So soon I know, I hang opp." "Well," said Jarrow, who was still in doubt as to what he should do, "that's somethin' to know. Maybe some rich tourist did fall for Looney's yarn."
But as science remained deaf to his protests, he hastened to get first pick of the regulation suits and shoes, and when fairly satisfied with the fit, he bit private marks on their various parts, helped to put on Looney's waistcoat wrong way before, split Alfred's shirt down the back to test its age, and with an emphatic remark upon the perversity of mortal things, marched stoically up to the school with the rest of the little band.
I ran like a hare, hoping I'd catch you, and you'd put a bit of sense into the poor looney's head. Serves me right taking on with his sort." "Well we'd better hurry," Robert said. "Thanks. I said I'd show you the way. I'm not coming in. Don't you believe it. I've had enough. All I ask is get him out and keep him out." "You're through with him?" Her habitual good-natured gaiety was gone.
"I'd have to shift my duds," he said, "and I ain't for huntin' sharks' eggs on Looney's say. What ye think, Peth? Shall we fill up that way?" "I ain't no hand for them swells," said Peth. "You go, cap'n, an' I'll stand by down here with Dinshaw." "Vait!" said Vanderzee, holding up a black hand. "Vot's der name? Locke!" He stepped into a tiny office behind the bar.
Clem, having planted both heels firmly on Looney's foot, screwed up his face, and appeared to wrestle more than any. A note was struck on the harmonium. All sang the grace. The gong sounded: all sat down. It sounded again: all talked. "Yes, we allow them to talk at meals now," said the superintendent to a visitor who was standing with him in the middle of the room.
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